Kapitel 51: CH 50: No Name [11]
{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
"I'm here," I whispered, and her only response was to wrap her leg around my waist as she pushed herself even lower, swallowing the full length of my shaft, locking herself in place. And that finally broke through my resistance, and I started spraying her insides with my seed, her expression brightening with each pump. It wasn't the first time I cum inside her, but it was the first time she accepted it in her own volition.
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She came to the same realization as the seconds ticked, a horror growing on her face. She jumped off my lap, my seed sliding down her thighs, mixed with her own juices… "I… I need to go," she murmured in panic as she fumbled for her wand.
"Sure," I said as I passed her wand to her, which was lying on the side, forgotten during the action. "Also, take the afternoon off, I'll handle the things with the goblins," I said. She blinked away before bothering to find something to wear, still completely naked. I apparated away to my own home a second later, leaving the muggles alone for their pleasure…
I was expecting that, after handling Fleur, the rest of my day was going to pass in a predictable monotony. But a sudden pop, signaling the sudden appearance of a house elf, threatened to derail the boring routine that I planned to have. "Young master," said Kreacher, who just appeared in my study.
"Kreacher," I greeted cheerfully. "Always good to see you."
"Thanks, young master," he said with a voice that he tried to keep gruff, but I could sense his emotions underneath. Such an interesting creature, stronger than most wizards, but still vulnerable to the slightest compliment. "The mudblood bookworm left the house after saying she was going to sleep early," he explained.
"Excellent," I said. Kreacher bowed, then disappeared, leaving me alone with my thoughts. There was only one reason for Hermione to leave the house after tricking the others. She intended to follow my directions for a meeting. Well, who I was to disappoint her, I decided as I apparated to the Center snatchers used as their headquarter, the place that witnessed our last encounter. A walk across the building, and the guards were under my magical control once more.
With everything in place, I sat on my chair, my mind on how to progress with Hermione. I only waited for twenty minutes before a knock distracted me from my thoughts. The door opened a second later, revealing one of the guards under my Imperius, but more importantly, Hermione was behind him, her eyes on the ground, trembling slightly. The reason was simple. She was wearing a short skirt, with the rest of her legs covered with black fishnets. Her top was similarly revealing, a tight white tank top, transparent enough to show the black bra she was wearing underneath. She was dressed that slutty, because I told her to do so in the inscriptions I wrote on her body, explaining that it was the only way to keep the reason for her visit obstructed.
"Sir, you have a mudblood bitch that claims that she has something important to talk with you," he said, leering excessively. Almost too much, I noted, though thankfully Hermione was too distracted to actually took note of that detail, her eyes shifting panickedly.
"Yes, my informant," I said back to the guard, deliberately stretching the last word to pack a sensual suggestiveness into it. "You can go now," I said, while subtly gesturing him to ignore that sentence. It was one of the several gestures I had added to their conditioning, to help me better sell the ruse to my beautiful victim.
"Are you sure, boss. Maybe I can help you interrogate her?"
"I said, you can go now," I repeated, this time gesturing him to follow my command. This time, he walked away, leaving me alone with Hermione. "Close the door, please," I asked her.
"What the hell is going on, Malfoy," she said with a loud voice, trying to sound angry, but she wasn't a good actor, so it fell flat, failing to cover her anxiety. "Why can't we meet in a different place?"
"Simple, here, no one would look up your visit in detail, and even if someone noticed accidentally, with the way you're dressed, I can easily convince them about the ulterior motive of your visit. Same doesn't apply if we're caught anywhere else. Someone will check you to validate the story, and everything would fall apart. Even sneaking away is not a good choice. Dark Mark is an excellent medium for tracking, and I can't risk being in a different place than I'm supposed to be. They are already suspecting that there is someone leaking information, and I need to minimize the risk."
"And do I have to act like a streetwalker," she asked with a tightening voice, clearly remembering how our last encounter had ended.
"You don't have to," I answered with a dismissive shrug. "But it increases your chances of staying under notice. These men aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer. As long as your presence has a simple reason they could understand, they won't question it further."
She took a deep breath as she grabbed the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down in a vain attempt to increase the area they covered. "I understand, but still…"
"I'm risking my mother's life along with my own, Granger," I reminded her with a sharp tone. "And I'm not the only one that is risking my life. Is dressing like a whore a big sacrifice compared to alternatives?" She murmured a response too quiet for me to hear. "Anyway, let's not waste too much time in things like that. We have a lot to talk about. But first, come closer, we need to look convincing in case someone walks in."
"Can't you just order them to stay away," she asked desperately.
"Not if I want to keep the suspicion to a minimum. They are simple men, and I would like to use the simplest way to distract them. Anything else brings an unacceptable level of risk."
And with that, her blush climbed even further, no doubt remembering what had followed the last time I had used that excuse. But it was a testament of success for my dream conditioning and other methods that she followed my command without a protest, and stood next to me. "Now, sit down," I said, tapping a spot directly in front of me on the table.
"Is it-" she tried to say, but I cut her off by grabbing her arm and pulling her closer roughly. "Hey!" she exclaimed, that didn't prevent her from sitting the exact same spot I had ordered her to sit.
"Quicker you follow my directions, easier we could move onto more important topics, such as finding the best way to get rid of our Dark Lord infestation," I said, but my attention was more on the beautiful view that appeared in front of me as Hermione raised herself to sit on my desk. Her short skirt failed to cover her fully under the challenge of her pose, revealing her panties, a lacy black piece matching with her bra, and if my eyes weren't lying, also slightly damp on the core. It was good to have confirmation that, despite her apparent reluctance, she was quite excited for what was about to follow. I had trained her well.
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